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One Last Time…

November 16, 2016 by n.taylor Leave a Comment

I believe this will mark the end of my 2016 campaign. The weather up until this point has been surreal, highs routinely into the 60’s even in the mountains. All reports say this weather will not hold, and this was perhaps the last few days of it.

Despite the unseasonably warm weather it is still cold in the morning. As in 23 degrees cold.

Cold at Rancho

Rigging up Some Eggs

We slowly made our way down the river, eagerly watching the sunlight creep down the canyon wall. It took until about 10am for that light to reach us, and when it did we cracked a beer and took off our jackets.

Warmth at Last

We did do some fishing, mainly under an indicator when we found a riffle, and big streamers when we were on the run. Neither technique was “lights out” but few days have been that way for me lately. Every angler knows that come this time of year you can always find a few rainbows that will take an egg, and today was no exception.

Eggs for Him

Eggs Again

As much fun as you can have dredging eggs for 14” trout well…we had it. We came upon some areas with fish rising to small baetis duns in some softer water. After an extensive investigation we determined that many of those fish didn’t top 8”…because we caught most of them. We enjoyed a day in the mid 60’s in November and as we rounded the last bend we picked up one last fish on an olive Circus Peanut.

Last Fish of 2016?

For now the boat is being put away for the winter, and probably won’t come back out until April again. The snow will come, and when it does I will be ready with a new machine for what I hope will be an amazing winter. I can’t wait to ride my new Boondocker turbo…

VOHK Sidekick Turbo

Solitude on the Colorado

September 7, 2016 by n.taylor Leave a Comment

Boating traffic diminishes significantly after Two Bridges and I had rarely been below there myself. Packed for an overnight I saw a huge portion of the middle river that I had never seen before.

From Two Bridges to Spencers Cabin the river is docile and meanders through geography similar to the 8 miles above Two Bridges. A handful of storm clouds rolled through bringing periods of brief rain showers throughout the day, and the fish were receptive to streamers thrown from both ends of the boat.

First Fish of the Trip

Second Fish, Second Rainbow

Early afternoon saw some storms roll in and we saw the last boat we would see for the remainder of the trip.

Afternoon Brown

More Streamers

We pulled into Spencers Cabin around 730 with a wind storm directly behind us. Food was prepared hurriedly as night feel not long after we arrived. We slept on yoga mats and next to uninsulated walls as the storm raged on outside. It was the best sleep I might have ever had.

Breakfast was started early, coffee was warmed with a blow torch, and food prepared over an open fire.

The Rules

Coffee Warming

View from the Kitchen

Breakfast Stove

Chef’s Table

Morning on the Front Porch

Day 2 was complete solitude, we didn’t see another soul other than a few cars driving up and down the desolate dirt road.

Half Light of the Canyon

Our Only Visitors

Rodeo Rapid Ahead

Another Streamer Victim

Then came the rain…

Da Rain

Fish in the Rain

Turk’s Tarantula…in the Rain

The clouds eventually parted as we rowed the last few miles. Streamers were thrown and the bigger the bug the more interest we received.

Black Circus Peanut

First Mate Taking the Ship into Port

Last Moments at the Take Out

A Weekend Off

July 18, 2016 by n.taylor Leave a Comment

We start west of the divide where we battled obnoxious road construction and sweltering heat to spend the night below a run in the bowels of a canyon of the Blue River.

Not Sure About the Look

If you have never rowed a raft full of overnight gear let me tell you that you have a real treat in your future. The raft handled like you had an elephant in the back and within the first mile I already had a new found respect for drivers of Grand Canyon cargo boats. The campsite was a few short miles from the put in and was framed by two perfect runs and an elevated (and flat) campsite.

Pulled Over at Camp

Kitchen

The next morning we had leftover carnitas with corn tortillas, ibuprofen, and lukewarm water before we packed the elephant back into the back of the raft. The second day was focused on trying to fish a little bit instead of just getting the gear to the river. The run above camp held a few fish that were eager to share breakfast with their upright walking land lovers.

Breakfast Companion

We threw some streamers, polished off the rest of the beer, and enjoyed a hot summer day. Most of all I was able to listen to Wells tell me about every bend on the river and how it had changed over the last 20 years. Wells informed me that he had floated this stretch 10-15 times/year since 1996 and if you know this stretch and the logistical nightmare it poses then you will know what kind of feat that is.

Brown on the Ranch

The Master in the Canyon

Float over, boat on trailer, wheels up, over the divide we go until we end up in Salida. We now have a circus of people, some from as far away as South Carolina ready to experience the Arkansas River in all its grandeur. The day began as most days do on my boat, with a Bud Light Lime to get things started. You know that it is getting serious when you drink a beer that has to tell you it has alcohol in it.

This is Beer

Of course after “BLL” you can start to lose your coordination, potentially endangering the lives of not only your crew, but also the fish.

Grip n’ Grin

As we floated through downtown we met a very enthusiastic young man who was eager to show us his cowboy. We gave him a target, the kid just needs some more practice.

Rope Work

The Spinner Brings them In

The Hayden Pass fire had started on Saturday and by Sunday the smoke was visible from Salida. Tuesday brought even larger clouds of smoke and a faint smell of burning pine in the air. Reminded me of summers in Montana.

Hayden Pass Fire